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Title: Cross country with horse and hound
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Peer, Frank Sherman
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Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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leave him less and less excuse to say thathe has not been fairly dealt with. He usually gets away onan even footing, and has about even chances of saving hisbrush for another day. There are, indeed, always a few oldringers in every hunt country that seem to welcome thecoming of the clamourous pack as if it were a game ofhide-and-seek or blindmans-buff. But most of them aresly. When you see one sneaking along a fence after play-ing a clever trick on the hounds, you have an eager desire torun the rascal down. No, there is an indescribable some-thing about the pursuit of a fox that fires the blood of ahunting man as does that of no other game. Shootingpartridge, quail, or pheasants over a couple of well-trainedpointers is very keen sport, I allow. Wild-turkey shootingin Michigan, going after wild ducks and geese in NewBrunswick, stalking deer in Maine or caribou and moose inNova Scotia, are most thrilling. But none of these animalsmake you want to get at them so badly, or rather I might
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u CQ ObX) t-^ The Fox 195 better say so madly, as the fox. Every hunting man feelsthis, but words to express the feeling fully are yet to beinvented. Some men who are as steady as a church atbird or big game shooting fairly lose themselves at thesight of a travelling fox. There is something about hisstealthy way of going, as if he were a thief, somethingabout his whole carriage, that proclaims the rogue andmakes men shout themselves hoarse and ache to throwtheir hunting-crops or hats at him. They will ride theirbest hunter nearly to death to keep in sight of him. Allthis, however, is lost with a bag-fox; and, as some one haspointed out, none of it at all would arise at the sight of afox chained to a stake in some ones yard. But directlyhounds give tongue in a genuine hunt, your spirits are upand your interest grows apace in the game. For everycard the rascal plays you know, so to speak, he has still anace or a king up his sleeve. A glimpse is had of the slylittle devil as he moves alo

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